Mercston – T's & C's lyrics

[Jordy]
Yea
I don't know what you thought, but a man ain't no joke
Just cos a man got sauce, don't mean I ain't got smoke
Yeah I got T's and C's when you're billing my phone
If it ain't p's stop billing my phone
Oi tej roll that weed, we don't care about them
Tj rolled up in a merc and t rolled up in a benz
I'm in the studio, burst, doing a mad ting with a pen
Manaman put good first
The voodoo tings all dead
Jordz is cold you don't want crosshairs on you
Penz on crud, don't let the red dot bun you
True manaman do rap, but I don't ever do mumble
If I wanna
Couple gs
Double tap if I like her
Double back if when I'm scrolling
Double dutch when I'm flowing

Manaman come like a barber line him up and then fade him
Manaman come like obama presidential I'm moving
Manaman said you can bar hard, no you can't are you stupid?

[Pep]
See my shoes too big for you

Nah fuck that

Ways over your head I'm a quif for you
Give that man work
Have this on repeat I'm a gift for you
Walk in and I skip the queue

Go backwards how
Peps still pep
The other way round
Spell it out

Four fingers in that's a thumbs up

[Mercston]
Since summertime, been a man for summer
Darkskin but I tie my colour

You know my ting before ghetts made know my ting

Legendary status ask jordz, safe
Your girls mcm before I was even mc-ing
Amani jeans?
That girl liked
Didn't reply to her
Saturday market black china

Provided the beat like a cypher

Hear this, born '85 I just turned Wretch
Great air but I make gal turn heads
Late night catch a n*gger in your birds nest
Millie rocking a big rocket, third leg
Front room, shook the p*ssy harder than a third s
So I opened the door in the back